Chapter 282 Deemo
"Why doesn't the president talk to me?" Hong Jin Young exclaimed in surprise, blinking her big eyes. Her cute look made others avoid her collectively.
"Xiao Zhiyan, you..."
"Ouni, my stomach feels uncomfortable. I'm going to the bathroom first. Xiujing, do you want to come with me?"
"Uh, okay!"
In the eyes of others, Krystal Jung, who was brought in by Park Ji-yeon, was just a new trainee, and no one paid much attention to it. Krystal Jung was also amazed that all the trainees in her brother's company were girls, and she was also surprised by so many seniors with their own characteristics.
Park Ji-yeon didn't care about all that. When she saw the "devil" Hong Jin-young approaching her, she pulled Krystal Jung and ran away.
Hong Jin Young doesn't have any evil taste in punishing her juniors, but she likes to tease Park Ji-yeon. Perhaps it's because of her short hair and her black belt in Taekwondo that made this woman extremely curious, so she was very nice to Park Ji-yeon from the beginning, and Park Ji-yeon also liked this lively sister.
But in the end...it turned out that I was too naive.
Sometimes being lively can be linked to being funny. Especially when I was taking a shower that day, Hong Jinyoung, who had just moved into the dormitory, opened the door and ran in. Then she stripped naked and shouted excitedly, "Wow, you really have abdominal muscles!"
After that, Park Ji-yeon wanted to hide whenever she saw her...
Hong Jin Young watched Park Ji Yeon pulling the new girl and quickly running out of the practice room. Her face showed no sign of hurt at all. Instead, she turned her head and looked at Jeon Hyo Sung, whose body was shaking a little.
“Hyosung…”
"Oh, unnie, I have to go to the bathroom too!"
Amid the noise in the practice room, Kang So-ra walked out nervously. To be honest, even now, Kang So-ra thought it was a dream.
In fact, Kang So-ra’s dream was not to become an actress. She even thought that she was too ordinary to become an actress.
She loves movies, TV and drama, and started learning about them at a very early age and has taken acting classes, but her dream is to become a director.
However, the acting class teachers all said that it is very difficult to be a director in Korea, especially for female directors. Therefore, it is recommended that Kang So-ra start with acting. At least she has to learn how to act before she can become a director...
Then...Kang Sul-ra paid a lot of tuition fees.
Kang So-ra had never thought about becoming a trainee before. This time it was simply because she felt that the tuition for the acting class was too high. She still had a year before the college entrance exam. Would it be better if she could join an agency to study?
However, this idea was extinguished as soon as it came to her mind, because she didn't think any company would sign a trainee like her who weighed more than 70 kilograms.
But... the world is so wonderful. This was Jiang Su-ra's first time to participate in the selection of an agency. She just tried it with that one in ten thousand hope. She even saw the result of being eliminated, but unexpectedly, she was selected and became a trainee.
Although she hasn't started learning anything yet and is exercising every day to lose weight, Kang So-ra doesn't feel any pain at all. On the contrary, she seems to have seen a little bit of the future path. As her fat slowly disappears, although she is far inferior to those pretty girls among the trainees, if she works hard, she may be able to become beautiful.
But at this moment, Jiang Su-ra was a little nervous, not knowing why the president would look for her. To be honest, she was afraid to meet the president because she was afraid that the president would suddenly change his mind and terminate the contract with her. Although she had some self-confidence now, it was still a little insufficient.
“Boom boom!”
"Come in!"
"Hello, President!"
Jiang Su-ra carefully pushed open the door of the production room and greeted nervously after entering the room.
Zheng Xiuheng put down the work in his hands, threw aside the song that he had finished, and said to Liu Zaishi: "Zaishi, please order food first. I have something to say to the kids in the company!"
"No problem, go ahead!" This morning, with the help of Zheng Xiuheng, Liu Zaishi completed 95% of the lyrics, and Zheng Xiuheng spent the whole morning composing the music.
Both of them were almost done. Zheng Xiuheng was quite inspired for this creation, and he had also come up with a lot of melodies at home, so he soon had a good result.
Things here are almost finished, and Zheng Xiuheng has to get busy with other things, so he just called the front desk to ask someone to call Jiang Su-ra up.
"Come inside with me!"
Zheng Xiuheng stood up, waved to Jiang Su-ra, and then walked into the small production room, but before that, he picked up the notebook placed on the instrument case next to him.
"Hey, President!"
Kang So-ra's eyes were on Yoo Jae-suk for a long time. She was surprised and excited to see the legendary national host here. She almost rushed up to ask for his autograph, but when she saw the president was still there, she immediately held back.
Seeing that the president was almost walking into the cabin, Jiang Su-ra hurriedly jogged to catch up.
Zheng Xiuheng's small studio had been cleaned up. He walked to the table where the equipment was placed and sat down. Zheng Xiuheng looked at Jiang Su-ra who followed him in with a nervous look on her face, and smiled and said, "Sit down, don't be too nervous. I didn't ask you to come here to talk about company matters, but some personal matters!"
Jiang Su-ra looked at the president in surprise, and the tension in her heart eased a little. Seeing the president's eyes signaling her to sit down again, Jiang Su-ra sat down obediently.
"Surashit, your dream seems to be to become a director, right?"
"Ah... President, President... How did you know?" Jiang Su-ra immediately straightened up. When she signed up, she filled in that she wanted to be an actor.
Zheng Xiuheng smiled and said, "This is very simple. I found out when I talked to your parents during the contract signing!"
Jiang Su-ra looked bitter and said sadly, "So the president wants to fire me?"
Zheng Xiuheng shook his head and said, "You're overthinking it. I just want to ask you, your creative ability must be pretty good, right? Winning an award at the Youth Drama Festival with a science fiction script seems a little different from winning an award with a love or tragic story!"
Jiang Su-ra, who originally thought she was going to be kicked out, was stunned for a moment. Seeing that the president did not seem to be lying, she relaxed a little, but her heart was still hanging.
"I just prefer science fiction and some supernatural stories. I also like martial arts novels, and I also like to write. I was surprised to win this award!" Jiang Su-ra explained nervously. She didn't know what the president wanted to say to her.
Zheng Xiuheng has found that many people have their own talents, but many people do not want to use their talents. For example, Jiang Su-ra, according to her resume, if she continues to be a writer or screenwriter, she will definitely have a great chance of success, and the status of screenwriters in the Korean entertainment industry is definitely not low.
In fact, Zheng Xiuheng signed Jiang Su-ra not because he saw that she had talent as an actress, but because he thought that after she successfully lost all her weight, she would not look too bad. In addition, she was a talented girl, and the company might need all kinds of talents in the future, so Zheng Xiuheng decided to sign her.
However, what Zheng Xiuheng didn't expect was that he would need help after just a few days. He didn't think too much about it at first, but now he understands that he may have a lot of ideas and creativity, but it is difficult to connect them together completely. In addition, he has never written a story script. After writing some of the game story in bits and pieces, he couldn't find the way to connect them together, so at this time he needed a professional scriptwriter.
Although MBC could help a lot, Zheng Xiuheng did not look for those people, but thought of Jiang Su-ra. Of course, he just wanted to see her thoughts and opinions. After all, he had the story in his mind, and now he needed a more perfect structure.
"Don't be nervous. I asked you to come here today because I want to ask for your help. These are some strange inspirations and stories I wrote recently. This will be developed into a game, so it needs a more complete story, script, characters and content settings. Although I know this is a bit sudden, I want to ask for your opinion, so there is really no need to be nervous, I'm not that scary!"
Jiang Su-ra took Zheng Xiuheng's notebook in a daze, her brain a little confused. This was completely different from what she had imagined in her mind.
However, Kang So-ra disagrees with the statement “I’m not that scary”. In her daily life, the president’s cold look can be very scary.
"Yeah, I'll look at it right away!" Jiang Su-ra came back to her senses and answered Zheng Xiuheng flatteredly, then immediately opened the notebook.
"There was a little elf who had been living in a castle called Solitud. One day, a girl with amnesia suddenly fell from the sky...
The girl no longer remembers who she is, where she came from, and where she is going. Therefore, in order to help the girl return to her own world, the elf came to a tree. The tree grew on a piano. The magical thing is that the tree will grow unlimitedly as long as the elf plays the piano...
When life is becoming more and more harmonious, facing a girl who has lost her memory..."
Jiang Su-ra looked at the somewhat messy stories and records, and her expression gradually became serious. She really liked reading these mysterious stories, and she thought what Zheng Xiuheng wrote was very interesting. She gradually forgot the nervousness in her heart and watched it carefully.
Zheng Xiuheng attached a statement that this is a true story at the back of the notebook. Although he did not mention Han Zhiyuan's story, he wrote that the prototype of the little girl was a vegetative person, and the elf represented a combination of many people who wanted to help him. After leaving aside the complicated factors, it was just a simple elf. At the same time, this was an extension of reality... the world of dreams.
Zheng Xiuheng also wrote Happyend at the end. When the tree grows to a certain limit, that is, when the last song ends, it is the time when the elf and the little girl say goodbye...
Although it was a bit messy, Zheng Xiuheng did have a complete idea, and it all came from the cute girl circling around the big tree in the dream.
"What's a pixie?"
"Hmm? What?"
“That’s a poor word!”
"Um!"
Zheng Xiuheng made a strange nasal sound.
Jiang Su-ra, who was watching intently, suddenly reacted. Looking at the president's strange expression, her face changed and became stiff.
"Okay, don't make that expression. I just used a random word to describe him. Of course, we need to give him an image and a name in the end!" Zheng Xiuheng was amused by Jiang Su-ra's appearance, so he comforted her in a gentle voice.
Jiang Su-ra closed the book nervously, and then said, "The president's story is very interesting, and if it is a true story, it has more meaning. I don't think there is anything that needs to be changed in the story, but some details are not written!"
"Tell me about it!" Zheng Xiuheng was very interested in what Jiang Sulala said, and this was also the original purpose of him calling Jiang Sulala over.
Jiang Su-ra knew that the president really wanted her help this time. So she forced herself to calm down. She liked this story very much, and even saw that the president seemed to have left a lot of things unwritten, like the complex about the elf and reality. The elf should also include a part of the president.
Also, the notebook says that this is a music game, and music will be used to connect the plot. In this way, if you just read the story alone, it will seem to lack some of the mysterious fairy tale elements.
Jiang Su-ra may not be as good as Zheng Xiuheng in many aspects, but she is really a girl with ideas and creativity, so she thought seriously for a while and then said: "President, do you know Demon?"
"Devil?" Zheng Xiuheng replied in a somewhat strange tone. He didn't understand why Jiang Su-ra asked this.
Jiang Su-ra explained seriously: "Demons are fictional evil beings with supernatural powers in various religions, literary works, film and television works, and ACG works. In fact, the word "demon" does not give people a good feeling!"
"But I think that based on the story created by the president, the little girl in the story should be in an endless coma now. Although I don't know the time, from the perspective and situation of a vegetative person, the dream world that the little girl in the story fell into should not be heaven!"
Zheng Xiuheng was somewhat surprised by this statement and continued: "So you mean hell?"
Jiang Su-ra shook her head and said, "I'm just saying it's not heaven. If it were me, and if I were to use music to hint at it, I would compare this place to a castle at the junction of heaven, hell, and the human world. It's like, it's like... a more special Yellow Springs Road, except that it has passages to three worlds. Of course, this is just a metaphor, just like a vegetative patient!"
"If the little girl is bright, clean and pure, then I think the elf the president is talking about should be black. However, I am not referring to the soul but the image. I think the president will have his own ideas about the soul. This is not something I can suggest. The president needs to think more about it. I think the elf in the lonely castle in a border space should be set as a lonely, simple, and speechless demon image."
"But such a setting cannot be announced. Of course, the image does not need to be that scary demonic image. It still depends on the president's ideas. For example, who this image is meant to represent can be explained through some small hints."
"Also, since the castle is the junction of the three worlds, we need to set up some special hints. For example, the castle is the residence of the elves. There is a basement that cannot be entered, which can be implied as hell. The void window that the little girl fell into can be defined as the passage back to the human world. As for heaven... we need to think about it more!"
"If possible, the English word for devil is Demon, so we can name him Deemo!"
But after saying that, Jiang Su-ra seemed to be unable to hold back and said carefully again: "Actually, I think that according to the story recorded by the president, the essence of Deemo should not be a collection, but the closest person to the deceased or the little girl!"
Zheng Xiuheng opened his mouth slightly and stared blankly at Jiang Su-ra who was talking slowly.
"President, I'm just giving you some personal advice, just a suggestion..." Jiang Su-ra was a little scared by Zheng Xiuheng's look, so she shrank back instantly and said worriedly.
Zheng Xiuheng was just surprised, as if he had met an expert again, just like the last time he met Choi Min-hee. He was also surprised by Kang So-ra's high spirits and the excitement she got when she talked about her ideas.
"That's a good suggestion. Let's call it Deemo. It seems that it was the right choice to ask you to come here!" Zheng Xiuheng said with satisfaction. In fact, he didn't think so far.
There are only two reasons for wanting to make the game. One is simply because of the inspiration generated by the dream, and the second is for Han Zhiyuan and Han Zhixiang. Zheng Xiuheng wants Han Zhiyuan to serve as the game artist, not only to let her continue what she once liked, but also to help her regain confidence in life.
Zheng Xiuheng doesn't know whether the game can make money, but even if it can, he has no intention of making money. If it can, he will pay the profits to Han Zhiyuan according to the share ratio, which can be agreed upon before inviting her to do art design.
It doesn't matter if the game doesn't make money. Zheng Xiuheng can just select some music and make a pure music album to release. He believes that no matter what the sales volume is, there will definitely be no loss, even if it is just personal arrogance.
Zheng Xiuheng wanted to donate this money to families like Han Zhixiang's, in the name of Han Zhixiang...
Of course, if it really makes money, Zheng Xiuheng will donate it after recovering the cost. Although Zheng Xiuheng was a little emotional this time, he also knew his own weight. In fact, his idea was not to make money from the beginning, and he didn't even think that letting Choi Minxi develop such a game would make money, but he had to do it. As long as Han Zhiyuan can regain confidence in life, Zheng Xiuheng can also eliminate his inner regrets, which can be regarded as a clear mind.
However, Zheng Xiuheng also decided in his heart that he would never interfere in other people's family affairs so recklessly again.
"Demon, Deemo, the dead?"
Zheng Xiuheng pondered over these three words, and suddenly remembered Han Zhiyuan's performance that day. That kind of despair was like being invaded by a demon.
In fact, Zheng Xiuheng originally just wanted to create a person who would help Han Zhixiang and lead her out of that lonely world. He was even thinking more about himself, like himself simply playing the piano for him, and then appearing in her world with other more fairy-tale images.
But Jiang Su-ra's words made Zheng Xiuheng's simple thoughts more meaningful. A simple devil image? The dead, the closest person?
Maybe this is what makes the story more touching...
"Are you also a demon?"
Zheng Xiuheng did not feel melancholy but rather found such thoughts interesting. He was no longer too bothered by those strange things. After actively integrating into the society, he was maturing rapidly.
It doesn't matter if he is really a devil. As long as he still retains his emotional and warm side, he thinks it is enough. At least Zheng Xiuheng knows very well that what he pursues is not just money and power.
